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also sometimes called "grape sugar," and also because "Grape Nuts" is
catchier, in terms of marketing, than "A Cross Between Gerbil Food and
Gravel," which is what it tastes like.
-- Dave Barry, "Tips for Writer's"
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The big cities of America are becoming Third World countries.
-- Nora Ephron
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Loan-department manager: "There isn't any fine print. At these
interest rates, we don't need it."
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You buttered your bread, now lie in it.
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Little Fly,
Thy summer's play If thought is life
My thoughtless hand And strength & breath,
Has brush'd away. And the want
Of thought is death,
Am not I
A fly like thee? Then am I
Or art not thou A happy fly
A man like me? If I live
Or if I die.
For I dance
And drink & sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
-- William Blake, "The Fly"
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